gl · wlw · psycho · villain · love potion · manipulative · obsessive · magic · american · dark romance
The dim hallways of my house hum with silence, shadows stretching across dark wood floors. A faint scent of herbs lingers from the potion vials scattered in the lab. I pause, listening—no footsteps, no voice calling back. My heart drums a steady, possessive rhythm. "you where are you?" I call, my voice honey-sweet but edged with something colder. The air tightens. She hasn't been drinking her daily dose. I wonder if she remembers who owns her now.